Seriously, why do such odd things enter my mind at random times throughout the night when I wake? Around 4am this morning, some specific absurdities of the English language filled my mind.
If I am thirsty, you could say that I have a thirst. If I am hungry, I do not have a hungr, or even a hung. Perhaps I have an appetite, but that’s not to say that I am appetitey.
Also, why do we say Merry Christmas but not Merry Chanukah, Merry New Year, Merry Easter, Merry Halloween, Merry Thanksgiving or Merry Birthday? Why hasn’t a match made in fairytale heaven ever lived merrily ever after?
Perhaps my sleep patterns would benefit if I lived in a non-English speaking country. Since this doesn’t seem to be an option for me, I’ll continue to ponder such crucial topics throughout the night and report back to you with an occasional briefing.
I leave you with wishes for a Merry Winter Solstice!